Once you enter the room another round of swelling hits you. Scott's shirt has ripped at the arms and the chest, and your pants have split down the seat. Scott could be a champion bodybuilder now, though you don't really count as anything special being really fat. "I wonder how long Fizzle will take?" You ask Scott.
"Me too. I don't think I can handle being any bigger..." he responds as he peels off what little clothes he had left. He puts on a bathrobe that doesn't cover his beefy chest and hugs tight to his biceps. Yours is no better, as it barely ties around your inflated stomach. "Hopefully it will be soon." He says as he stands on the bathroom scale. "Wow... 290. There aren't any bodybuilders this big, are there?" Scott peers out the door at you. "Um.. there are, steroids can really huge people up..."
Hours slip by, leaving you and Scott to swell in your hotel room, hoping that no one comes calling. 300 pounds, 310, 320. Your bathrobe is pulled across your waist so tight that the rope groans every second you breathe in. Scott's arms are pulling the terrycloth to it's limits. More time passes, 330, 340, 350. Scott's trap muscles are nearly swallowing his neck, and his delt muscles are sculpting his robe, his chest is pushing the robe across and beside his pecs, showing a full view of his massive chest. He's finding it hard to bend his legs and walking is hard enough. Your stomach has forced the robe open and is exposed. It is fairly solid and drapes over your thighs. The robe melds close to your torso and you butt, your chest is also somewhat solid though your new fat still bounces as you walk. Time seems to be in high speed as you grow to 360, 370, 380. Neither of your robes fit properly anymore and you've been reduced to using towels. You aren't able to walk properly anymore, and taking a few steps has you winded. Scott takes a long time to maneuver his gargantuan thighs around one another, but he's still mobile. 390... 400... and a knock on the door.
Scott stands and walks to the door. You can see his muscles tense and puff as he tries to make his way across the room. His huge chest and cut abs are tightening under his skin as well when he breathed. His huge arms propped up on his lats move slowly and deliberately as he leans them on the door to look out the peephole. The door groans as he pushes himself from it and opens it to let in Fizzle. "Hello. I see you two have been having a 'swell' time." He says, humorlessly. "Here's the chain and box, free of charge. I should have warned you first, so it's on the house." He hands the box to Scott. "Use it to stop the growth of one of you, wait 5 hours for it to recharge to fix the other one. You should be fine, and you'll have the chain if you want to return to normal." He waves to you and takes his leave.
Scott looks at the box. "So, who should stop growing first?" He asks.
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